Events have been eventful.

So you all know I'm going to meet See You Next Wednesday in Edinburgh, don't you?

In other news, we have a buyer for our swamp, and we made an offer on a little house conditional on that sale going through without a hitch, and this was accepted. It's a little house in town, walking distance to everything and it's quite nice. We hope to put a big shed out the back. It's good news. It will take three or so weeks before everything is done, and we're not moving in until 3 months time, at least.

Date up.

What to report?

I had my passport photos taken on Tuesday, and I was sick and also, the wrong person, and the photographs were dreadful. Then today I was the right person (fleetingly) and had them taken again. Much better.

I felt ashamed of the vanity but a passport lasts 10 years and becomes your idea of your traveling self and I talked to Nola about it and she said it was perfectly reasonable and she would have done the same.

I expect things have changed in airports. How will I manage not to nervously talk about the forbidden topics such as B*mbs, Ter*o**ts, and Boog*ie Bo*rds????

Should I wear some kind of Mental Elf Alert button?
Perhaps I need to produce a leaflet entitled "Laughs at Funerals: Cannot Help It."

Does anybody else have this fear?